Power of Serenity

In the diversity of the world, you will always meet people who have different interests and hobbies. Mine for example, is trekking. The joy I get when I trek in the mountains can mostly never be compared with the happiness offered by the city. The serenity and peace which is so difficult to obtain, yet very necessary can be found abundantly high in the hills. The feeling of being on top of the world; literally, walking through mist and emerging just like in the movies when you wish so hard you could do that, taking in the scenery that never fails to stun and feeling the pride when your on the summit when you realise you made it all the way. The mountains also have their own sense of mystery, the towering pines, the barely visible paths, the sounds of animals at random intervals and the smell of different wild flowers and berries that surround you as you trek. For some, the mountains are a place of sanctity, for others it is a place of refuge from the competitive and dirty world of the cities, and yet for some others it is home.
Just ask me. I recently summited a mountain of 12,500ft which doesn't actually happen to be a lot but gave me a hint of how those avid trekkers felt hiking in these natural wonders. After 5 days of motivation, draining us of our physical strength and mentality and using or willpower to its maximum, we reached the summit. That's when I realized what effort is. What it meant to excel. That's when I realised that the mountains didn't just want respect, no, they commanded it. For this. The feeling, the view, everything.
I've always wanted to climb Mt. Everest, as a secret dream, ever since I heard about the 16 year old Delhi boy who did last year. This year, summiting this comparatively tiny peak made me feel like I can. With unimaginable hard work and dedication, I hope that I will.